Of Blood and Chocolate Pt. 1 ( Roman Godfrey x Chubby reader)

Great News

       The sound of beeping greeted you as you slowly opened your eyes. It took you a few moments to realize you were in Shelley's bedroom. Looking around you came upon another resting form, attached to wires and electrical equipment...Roman. Your heart sunk at the sight of him lying there and everything came flooding back. Before you could try to get up and go to him, Peter and Olivia walked in. Peter smiled and ran over to you, "(Y/N)! Oh my god, it's been almost two weeks since the accident. How are you feeling?" You smiled somewhat, "I'm fine. What about Roman?" Peter offered you his arm so that you could lean on him as you walked over to his bed. Olivia answered, "He's in a coma same as you were...but his is due to a drug overdose after the wreck. I can only assume he was severely upset about the crash and causing you harm. He OD'd on his way to the tower." You looked down at him, "Will he wake up?" She gave you a small, sympathetic smile, "We can only hope." She gave you a hug and placed a kiss on your forehead before heading downstairs, "I'll fetch the Doctor so he can make sure you're alright."

       After she had disappeared around the corner you turned towards Peter, a small played across your lips, "He will wake up..." You placed a hand on his cheek, kissing his forehead, "You're going to be a father, Roman. Please, wake up soon...we need you." Peter grabbed your arm, eyebrows raised "Are you serious? You're pregnant?" Nodding, you placed a hand on your lower belly, "The baby woke me up." He ran his hand through his hair, "Wow, well congratulations." Peter hugged you and then the both of you went downstairs for some food. Dr. Pryce came and went, diagnosing you as healthy enough after such an incident. Shelley arrived home as he was leaving; the two of them having a small conversation on the doorstep before she came inside. Peter went and fetched Letha, the four of you played games in the living room; catching up on all that had happened while you were in a coma.

       It had been two days since you woke up and you hardly left Roman's side. Olivia became less cold toward you, seemingly accepting the fact that her son loved you and you him. You still hadn't told her about the baby. It just seemed wrong that anyone else should know before he did. She had taken you out for lunch and purchased you some new clothing. It was embarrassing to you for her to find out what size you wore; even having gained a little weight while in a coma. Once arriving back home she dropped you off at the front door, "I have some business to attend to but I will be back later this evening." You waved as she drove off; carrying your bags in. Peter came running up, offering to carry some of them. He had yelled at Letha to stay home and safe the day before; thank goodness, he had because the Vargulf had attacked again, killing the sheriff's daughters. The two of you reached the top of the stairs and froze as you turned the corner. "Roman!" You yelled, dropping the bags and ran over to him. He was sitting up looking around the room until you yelled. He hurriedly stood up and turned to catch you in a hug, "You're alive...I thought-Oh I love you, (Y/N)." He pulled back, running a hand along your cheek, "Can you ever forgive me?" You smiled, "Already done, babe."

       He and Peter embraced in a brotherly hug, "Man, we were starting to get worried..." He shook his head, "I have people to protect, of course I'd wake up...any news?" Together you and Peter updated him with new information. Roman started to walk down to his room, "Come on, we have work to do." You followed, picking up the bags on your way. He changed quickly, periodically looking over at you. Finally, he spoke, "I seriously thought I lost you...and then I went berserk at the tower. I found something...Pryce knocked me out, I didn't OD like he told everyone." You nodded, taking in the new story, "It's okay, I didn't believe them anyway." He nodded, pulling you in for a hug, he tucked your head under his chin, "Good." You leaned back, "Let's go kill a Vargulf!" He smiled quickly and led the way downstairs, holding your hand.

      The three of you made your way to the mill; Peter driving. He stopped the car suddenly, "Why are you two even helping me? I mean, fuck (Y/N), you're pregnant for god's sake." He immediately closed his eyes looking down ashamed that he hadn't let you tell Roman in a better way. Roman whipped around to look at you wide-eyed, "You're pregnant?" You sighed and placed your hand on his cheek, "Yes, I am." Roman stared at you with a blank expression for several minutes. Snapping out of it he leaned up and over the seat, tangling his hand into your hair as he pulled you in for a kiss. He smiled as he pulled away, "I'm going to be a father!" You smiled and nodded, "Yes." He smiled over at Peter, speaking simultaneously "Shee-it!" Peter gave him a hug, "Welcome to the club, man." You touched Peter's shoulder, "We want to help, because we care about you and are your friends." He smiled back at you, clapping his hands down on the steering wheel, "Well, that'll do it." He and Roman joked off the rest of the drive.

      After repeatedly telling the two of you to not chase after him, Peter left to make the turn and track down the Vargulf. Roman put an arm around you, as he smoked on a cigarette, "Think we can follow now?" You shook your head, "I'm going to stay here by the car but you can go." You waited several minutes before you began to worry; walking in the direction he went you yelled out, "What's taking so long?" When you turned the corner, you saw Chasseur standing over a tranquilized Peter, "Oh my god!" You ran up to them. She pointed her gun at you, "Don't take another step, I will shoot." Roman jumped and shoved you behind him, "No! Don't hurt her, she's pregnant..." Chasseur looked between the two of you, "You have till the count of three. Take your girlfriend and go, or I will kill you both." He shouted at her, "It's not him...it's the Vargulf!" She started to count. He slowly started walking backwards, pushing you further behind him, "If you hurt him, I will kill you."

      The two of you quickly made your way back to the car. He punched the door, "Fuck!" You put a hand on his shoulder, "It's alright we will figure something out." He nodded, pulling you close to him and placing a kiss on your forehead. He drove the car around the block but when you got back, they were gone. Roman drove the car aimlessly around town and you fell asleep. Warm sunlight woke you up. Roman was just getting of the phone, "Babe, I don't know how...but Peter is back at the house."